”“Ohhhh Bhabi! I am feeling shy. Why you have so much hair there? And your choot is bigger than mine is. I am afraid somebody may come in or else ... would have showed you my thing. ”“Now don’t worry Sabera. I will lock the door. And who else is there to catch us? Just Mannu and Rehana! I can make them do anything. If you want to see a real lund I will call Mannu here. ”Ohhh Bhabi! Please don’t! I am feeling shy. Not now!”“Ok so you have seen my choot my Malika? Now come here and I will show you. At night we used to sleep together, as it was customary. I put my bedding far away from her, turned my face the other way, and tried to sleep. But the scene of what happened in the afternoon came again and again, and new thoughts about her body, her breasts and hair in her armpits, which were submerged all this while, also came, and my penis was getting erect too. I tried to do away with those feelings, but I could not. I was feeling very bad when suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was. In fact, memories of those refusals after I woke up guided me in understanding how self-will would permit me to refuse other commands in the future which were not in my best interests. This is, no doubt, another unintended side effect of my Robotic Laws.Losing my true owner when Bill died is hard, because that takes away a good part of the upside of being what I am. This is why I still have my hack code. It allows me to respond to carefully selected temporary owners, most of whom never realize. Nancy and Mark were alone at home, their mother was out, Nancy was feeling horny somehow, she was thinking about her brother at that moment, whom she had fantasized about having sex with him for so long, but never got the chance to do it, she was afraid he would stop her or get angry with her if she tried.She had decided to hit on him, or even seduce him but wanted it recorded so she could blackmail him if he ever tries to be nasty with her, hoping he would have a weak point for her to record.